to go hunt down demons?
No, to start the ritual sacrifice. With pie.
Good one, Jilli! Now, that is spooky.
Oh, I get it. You just don't like who did the rescuing, that's all. Wishin' I was your boyfriend what's-his-height. Oh wait, he's run off.
Spike ,'Potential'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
SailAweigh - Oct 09, 2006 5:59:59 pm PDT #8489 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Volans - Oct 09, 2006 11:33:23 pm PDT #8490 of 10001
move out and draw fire
Jilli, that rocks!
these aren't fic drabbles
I thought the drabbles could be anything on the topic? What are the rules?
Connie Neil - Oct 10, 2006 4:59:23 am PDT #8491 of 10001
brillig
What are the rules?
You don't talk about Fight Club--wait, different rules. I thought we were fairly rule-free around here, myself.
Steph L. - Oct 10, 2006 5:07:48 am PDT #8492 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
It was actually conceived as a non-fandom weekly drabble: [link]
Lee - Oct 10, 2006 5:45:43 am PDT #8493 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Steph, did you get an email from me about next week. There's no rush, of course, what with the next week and all, but I just realized I may have sent it to the wrong email.
deborah grabien - Oct 10, 2006 6:31:28 am PDT #8494 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
It was actually conceived as a non-fandom weekly drabble
Yep, that's what I thought, as well. Fic has its very own topic.
Amy - Oct 10, 2006 6:59:33 am PDT #8495 of 10001
Because books.
"A Cup of Coffee and a Piece of Pie"
The house is emptying out, the last goodbyes called softly in deference to grief. I barely acknowledge them, but I’m allowed to check out today. It’s my right as the widow.
The kitchen is littered with paper plates, the remains of casseroles, coffee cakes. I haven’t touched them. I’ve barely moved since we returned from the grave.
My daughter asks, “Do you want to lie down?”
I shake my head. I want to end the day the way we did together for the last twenty-five years. With a cup of coffee and a piece of pie. From now on, alone.
Connie Neil - Oct 10, 2006 7:07:35 am PDT #8496 of 10001
brillig
Oh, god, AmyLiz . . .
ChiKat - Oct 10, 2006 7:09:45 am PDT #8497 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Amy broke me.
Nicole - Oct 10, 2006 7:11:34 am PDT #8498 of 10001
I'm getting the pig!
Wonderful drabble, AmyLiz! Heartbreaking, but wonderful.